I remember to this dayThe bright red Georgia clayAnd how it stuck to the tiresAfter the summer rainWill power made that old car goA woman's mind told me that soOh how I wishWe were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named booTravelin' and livin' off the landMe and you and a dog named booHow I love being a free man

I can still recallThe wheat fields of St. PaulAnd the morning we got caughtRobbing from an old henOld McDonald he made us workBut then he paid us for what it was worthAnother tank of gasAnd back on the road again

I'll never forget the dayWe motored stately into big L.A.The lights of the city put settlin'Down in my brainThough it's only been a month or soThat old car's buggin' us to goWe've gotta get away and get back onThe road again